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Devil's
Kiss touches your lips and before you know it, your tongue
is dancing the Texas Two-Step. You reach for the bottle, burning
with desire to add another dash of sin to your supper. If
this magic elixer don't cure what ails you, it'll sure as
hell make you glad to be alive and kickin'. And that, my friend,
is the God's honest truth or my name ain't Doc Harry.
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